since you told me what you
think about death,
the smell of apples,
and god
i want your
unevenly trimmed nails to brush
the back of my neck
as you scream secrets
without words
i want you to read me
understand without thinking
we could move together;
if i were strong, and
if i could show you,
you would see that
i pretend a gentle rhythm
possess a rough soul
i don't know yet what you hide
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
since you told me what you
think about death,
the smell of apples,
and god
i want your
unevenly trimmed nails to brush
the back of my neck
as you scream secrets
without words
i want you to read me
understand without thinking
we could move together;
if i were strong, and
if i could show you,
you would see that
i pretend a gentle rhythm
possess a rough soul
i don't know yet what you hide
